| I distinctly remember the conversation, John. We were having triple-chocolate brownie Fudgsicles, listening to Beethoven’s “Fifth” before he even was Beethoven, overlooking the galaxy, when you mentioned how neat you thought it would be to one day have dreams you didn’t know you’d inevitably manifest, to have challenges you didn’t know you’d inevitably overcome, and to have friends you didn’t know you’d inevitably meet.
And as I leaned forward in total awe, all agog, wanting to learn more of your genius and courage, I almost fainted when you added, “And should it ever appear as if I could use your help, before I even begin helping myself, back off or you’ll ruin everything.”
You memory-maker you, The Universe | 
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